Timid Travels
That night, the monk had dreamed of the silver-haired hanyou. He had tasted his lips, and now, he was anxious for the rest of him. His dreams contained his deepest fantasies, though if any should leak out, it would surely destroy the way Inu-yasha looked at him. Still, that one kiss would tide him over until he died if need be. He'd rather it be that way, for if he and the hanyou were together, it would cause sorts of danger and restlessness to the group.
Miroku woke up when Inu-yasha threw a rock at him, considering he was the last one sleeping.
"Inu-yasha, don't do that," Kagome said softly, in case the monk awoke.
"No need for that Kagome, I'm already awake," Miroku said, yawning. He stood up and patted the dirt off his robes, not wanting to look at Inu-yasha after last night.
"Well, are we going or not?" he continued. Inu-yasha just scoffed and towards the path. Sango and Kagome followed, Kirara and Shippo trailing behind them. Miroku just started at the back of Inu-yasha's head, looking at the beautiful hair that flowed in the wind.
Noticing that he was getting far behind, he shook his head and ran up to the rest of the group. 'I have to focus...' he thought, sighing. Sango looked at him, noticing his sigh.
"Anything wrong Miroku?" she asked.
"No, nothing at all Sango," he replied, faking a smile. Luckily, it fooled her and she turned her attention back towards the path in front of them. 'The sooner Naraku dies, the sooner Inu-yasha chooses someone...' he thought, a real smile forming on his face.
Inu-yasha was way up ahead of them, trying to track Naraku's scent. From what Sango heard, he's been spotted in the area. They haven't told Miroku yet, though, they found no reason yet.
"Where is he...?" Inu-yasha murmured, sniffing the air. It was the first tip that got in a while, and they didn't even have a clue how close he was.
Miroku, bored of all the silence, finally decided to spoke up.
"Sango, where are we heading anyway?" he asked, turning towards the Taijiya.
"Hopefully, we're heading closer to Na-" she was interrupted by Inu-yasha.
"Found him..." The hanyou growled, unsure of what to do.
"Well, why aren't we going then?" Kagome asked.
"The scent is in two different directions...We'll have to split up, Kagome, go with Sango and take Shippo with you. Miroku, you're with me." Miroku's eyes widened at the thought of being alone with Inu-yasha, but he couldn't like that. Kagome and Sango nodded and jumped onto Kirara's back, Shippo in the miko's arms. They headed off in the direction that Inu-yasha had told them.
"Well, let's go," he said. Miroku gulped nervously and nodded, following right behind him.
It had been half an hour and Miroku had stayed silent the entire time. They were now in a forest, the scent of Naraku fusing with the others. Inu-yasha wouldn't shut up about Naraku and finally, he had enough of Miroku's silence and looked back towards him.
"Why the hell aren't you talking!" he shouted, walking towards him. Miroku just gulped and started walking back. "W-what do you mean Inu-yasha?" he asked, laughing nervously.
"You know what I mean monk..." he said, or rather growled. Miroku had his back pressed against a tree and Inu-yasha was still walking towards him. He stopped only when their faces were barely one inch apart.
"You wanna know why?" Miroku asked, gaining more courage by the second. Inu-yasha nodded, smiling because he guessed that it was a stupid answer. The answer was...